Axeus sat at his master's behest, kneeling on the matted floor of the training room. He was ever so slightly out of breath, and so allowed himself a couple of deep inhales as he sat. He looked at Irakois intently.

[color=00aeef]"Now tell me, Axeus...what is it you fight for?"[/color]

Axeus paused for a moment. Even though he had lived in the Land of Departure all his life, this was his first day of formal training with Irakois. The two had briefly crossed paths in the past, but since Axeus was not yet a keybearer, there was no reason for extended interaction. Axeus looked up to Irakois as a bastion of strength and learned much about him over the years. He felt a connection to the master. He had completely forgotten that, for Irakois, this was among their first meetings. His master knew nearly nothing about him. Axeus briefly considered lying and telling him that he sought power to protect the weak, that he fought for all of the less fortunate of the worlds, that he wished to one day train others... but he got the feeling that Irakois would see through the deception. He shifted slightly, settling into a position where his body language conveyed confidence and determination.

"I fight for myself. My goal is to become the strongest version of me that I can possibly be. I want power... not to rule others, or to protect others, but for power's sake."

Perhaps he had said too much. If the other students had been in the room, he surely would have given a less honest answer. But, he felt that in this circumstance it was important to be as blunt as possible. His master deserved to know his true intent. He could only hope that the master would approve and it would make his training that much more purposeful.